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Chapter 105: The Delacour Manor

Sherlock was speechless about this news. However, compared to the Chamber of Secrets and The Basilisk, non-Hogwarts students don’t know about the position that has always been cursed; the fact that someone has survived the curse is the most eye-catching thing.

After learning that Sherlock and Harry are both famous people, Fleur relaxed a little. In her opinion, one is a young but highly respected professor, and the other is a boy known for his miracles. These two people are unlikely to do anything wrong to them.

Harry broke away from the feeling of being charmed after getting close to Fleur. As he looked at her, except that she felt a little beautiful, she was a little bit arrogant and rude, and there was nothing special about her. He can’t help but wonder why he was obsessed with her before.

At this time, Sherlock suddenly asked, “Do you have Veela blood in you?”

Fleur didn’t hide it. She raised her head and proudly admitted, “My grandmother was a Veela, and I’m a quarter of a Veela.”

Sherlock nodded, “No wonder.”

Harry does not read many books, and he is confused, “What is a Veela?”

“You can think of them as human beings with special talent.” Sherlock explained to him, “In various countries, Veelas belong to a branch of human beings. But they are born with beauty that is unsurpassed by ordinary people, and they can charm the opposite sex by making contact. They are fascinating, but…”

Sherlock wanted to say that when a Veela is angry, they will turn into a kind of harpy-like creature. Telling Harry that beautiful things are sometimes not as perfect as people think. But because Fleur was next to them, it was difficult to talk about it, so he didn’t say anything.

Harry’s eyes widened, “So Miss Delacour has that kind of talent on her body?”

Sherlock tapped him on the head, motioning him to pay attention to what he said.

“But why didn’t you get attracted by her back then?” He couldn’t help asking Sherlock about it.

Sherlock doesn’t know why Fleur’s charm is useless to him. Maybe her ability is not as powerful as the real Veela, or maybe Sherlock’s soul is strong enough to be immune to this.

“Because I know a lot of this. How can you be compared to a person like me?”

Fleur didn’t care about their conversation. She seemed to have thought of something, and she seemed to be in a bad mood.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Miss Delacour. I didn’t mean it.”

Fleur shook her head, “It’s not that. It’s because my wand was stolen.”

Sherlock didn’t understand what she meant. Wands were important to wizards, but they weren’t that precious.

There are many wand shops, and you can buy one for less than 10 Galleons. A wizard family with a profound background like Delacour could get a different wand every day.

“Does that wand have a special meaning to you?” Sherlock asked.

“My grandmother’s hair was used for the core of the wand,” Fleur said.

Sherlock shook his head, “Then it’s a really meaningful wand. It’s not likely that we could catch the thief as well as they’re gone to who knows where.”

After Harry listened to Sherlock’s words, he complained silently in his mind. All of this was because of his jinx.

Fleur was in a bad mood, so they didn’t have any more conversations along the way.

Sherlock changed the radio, listened to French folk songs, and continued to drive. Harry was still playing with the camera. He seemed to have discovered the joy of photography, but because there was not much film, he couldn’t take a picture randomly.

A small sudden sound suddenly caught Sherlock’s attention. He looked into the rearview mirror just in time to see Fleur’s eyes avoiding his.

Harry is still unknowingly studying the camera. Sherlock continued to drive as if nothing had happened, but he was paying attention to the shops on both sides of the road, and it didn’t take long for him to arrive at a roadside restaurant.

Seeing the car parked in front of the restaurant, Harry looked puzzled, “Didn’t we just have lunch, Professor?”

Sherlock glared at him, “Why do you care so much? Aren’t you happy for an afternoon tea?”

After they got out of the car, Sherlock glanced at Fleur, who was still sitting in the back seat. “Come on, I’ll treat you.”

Fleur saw that Sherlock had come to the restaurant, this time for her. She got out of the car, followed Sherlock, and said in a low voice, “Thanks.”

“You are welcome.”

Sherlock didn’t mean anything else; he just felt bad about her. Plus, they had at least two days to get to Paris, so she couldn’t be left starving.

At the restaurant, Sherlock ordered only two desserts for himself and Harry and watched Fleur eat soup. It could be seen that she liked the taste of the soup, but it was a pity that Sherlock and Harry were already full.

When she was full, Sherlock lent her his wand and let her use a cleaning spell to clean up some of the dirt on her body before continuing on the road. They arrived at Clermont-Ferrand, a city in central France. In the evening, they found a hotel to rest in for the night and resumed their journey after having breakfast the next day.

They finally came to the suburbs of Paris.

Seeing that she was about to get home, Fleur’s mood had improved a lot. She didn’t continue to be sulky along the way. She talked and laughed with Sherlock and Harry and invited them to come to her house to play sometime.

Sherlock and Harry naturally did not refuse. Paris is both their destination and the end point of their trip. It would be best for them to have a guide like her who knows the local area better.

As the capital of France, Paris is much more prosperous than other cities. Under the guidance of Fleur, Sherlock drove the car to a small town below Paris. In the most remote corner of the town, the Delacour family’s manor is located.

Compared to the Burrow, The Delacour Manor is much bigger. The Muggle-Repelling Charm was used here, and normal people passing by here would not pay attention to the prominent medieval manor by the roadside.

Sherlock parked the car outside, and Fleur led them into the manor. When they entered the door, they met a house elf.

“Miss, why didn’t you come back earlier?” said the house-elf, looking at Fleur in front of the garden, “Madame has been talking about you for several days, and if you don’t come back tonight, she will go out to find you herself.”

“Something went wrong on the way, Chucky.”

Fleur happily introduced Sherlock, Harry, and Chucky to each other.

“This is Chucky, my house-elf. These two are Sherlock and Harry, and if they hadn’t found me on the road, I wouldn’t know where I would be right now.”

Someone in the manor heard their conversation, and it was a little girl with silver-white hair.

“Sister!” When she saw Fleur, she ran down the stairs excitedly and threw herself into her arms.

Fleur held her, “I’m back, Gabrielle.”

A beautiful girl with an elegant and charming appearance, similar to Fleur, walked out. Her eyes started to tear down as she saw Fleur was there.

“Did you get a letter of introduction from Madame Maxime when you went back to school? Where have you been lately?”

“Something happened, Mom.” Fleur put down Gabrielle and didn’t dare to tell her about the loss of her wand, she pulled Sherlock and Harry to introduce them.

“This is Sherlock and Harry. Thanks to both of them, I can go home today. They’re going to be in Paris for a few days, so I’ve invited them over to my house.”

Sherlock reached out and shook Madame Delacourt’s hand.

“My name is Sherlock Forrest. This is my student, Harry Potter. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Madame Delacour thanked him gratefully, “Thank you for your help. My daughter is sometimes a little bit unbearable. I hope she didn’t bother you much while on the road.”

Even Gabrielle, who was standing beside her, bowed and said, “Thank you for helping my sister.”

The Delacour family is well-educated, except for Fleur, who is a little arrogant, but it’s not a big deal.

After the family invited Sherlock and Harry into the living room, Madame Delacour asked Fleur and Gabrielle to chat with them and while she was preparing something.